It's mine, you gave it to me, even if it is wrong.
[ dave says, like he can't actually turn on charm when he tries. USUALLY WITH KIDS OR HOMURA THESE DAYS. ]
So, you think I have PTSD. [ no. try again. a breath. he curls his fingertips up just enough to brush dirk's. ] I...have PTSD.
[ saying either phrase is impossible to do in the annoyingly joking tone he'd been using earlier about the charm thing, but even so dave shoots for light and unbothered. it'd pass if anyone else were the judge, but it sounds slightly manic to anyone who actually knows what he sounds like when - well, when he sounds slightly manic. the list is pretty damn small. ]
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[ dave says, like he can't actually turn on charm when he tries. USUALLY WITH KIDS OR HOMURA THESE DAYS. ]
So, you think I have PTSD. [ no. try again. a breath. he curls his fingertips up just enough to brush dirk's. ] I...have PTSD.
[ saying either phrase is impossible to do in the annoyingly joking tone he'd been using earlier about the charm thing, but even so dave shoots for light and unbothered. it'd pass if anyone else were the judge, but it sounds slightly manic to anyone who actually knows what he sounds like when - well, when he sounds slightly manic. the list is pretty damn small. ]